rishton ke jab tar ulajhne lagte hain

qurbaten nahin rakkhin fasla nahin rakkha

kuchh na kuchh silsila hi ban jata

danista jo ho na sake nadani se ho jata hai

chahaton ke KHwab ki tabir thi bilkul alag

wo chup tha dida-e-nam bolte the

justuju meri kahin thi aur main bhaTka kahin

did ki tamanna mein aankh bhar ke roe the

phir wo be-samt uDanon ki kahani sun kar

KHwab jine nahin denge tujhe KHwabon se nikal

kisi bhi samt niklun mera pichha roz hota hai

kabhi sukun kabhi sabr-o-qarar TuTega

andhera miTta nahin hai miTana paDta hai

dasht mein uDte bagulon ki ye masti ek din

samundaron ko bhi dariya samajh rahe hain hum